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With a final cry from the lead, the lyrics fading and the song coming to an end with a crash, Kyoka looked over at Momo - a look half that of expectation and half of near fear. It was the first time she’d shared her taste in music with Momo - and yet despite the continued reassurance from her that she would enjoy it even still, Kyoka hesitated, watching her friend for any sign of disapproval or even discomfort. Kyoka’s taste in music was on the complete other spectrum from Momo’s; heavy drums, raspy cries of the lyrics and a tempo that would cause a panic attack in most people. Momo’s eyes remained closed long after the room had gone silent again.
“...Well, what do you think…?” Kyoka’s voice came out unsteady, as uncertain as she herself. She couldn’t read her friend’s face in the slightest.
Momo let out a low hum before nodding, her concentrated look splitting into a shining smile as she looked back at Kyoka, “It made me feel so… alive! Like, I could feel every part of my body, how it all worked together! From the first few seconds of the song, I couldn’t have possibly guessed how it’d continue - but when the… ‘beat dropped?’ I felt that rush!” Momo’s face was just so lightly flushed, but her eyes sparkled with a glint of pure wonder. Kyoka let out a sigh of relief she didn’t know she had been bracing for. “It’s so different from anything I’ve ever listened to myself, and if it wasn’t for you,” Momo took Kyoka’s hands in hers, “I’d never have encountered this! For that I really, truly thank you!”
Kyoka’s face was turning every shade of red seen under the sun at - not only the physical contact, but the way Momo was looking at her. “Y-yeah! I- I’m glad you l-liked it!” She could feel every bone in her body, each vein flowing, silently begging that Momo didn’t comment on her change in color. Momo simply squeezed her hands a bit more, letting out a giggle.
“Plus, these speakers you have? They really boom out the sound! I do wonder how it’d sound with the speakers at my house…” She tilted her head, seeming to really consider the idea.
Kyoka laughed nervously, “With those things? I think you’d level your house halfway through a song. Those things have some serious power, I wouldn’t be surprised if they ended up being used for demolition one day.”
The two girls laughed, imagining the scene - the air in the room seemed to flow more gently. This moment was one that neither girl wished to let go of. Laughter turned to giggles, which turned to soft hums of appreciation, Kyoka feeling her cheeks heating up again - her hands still in Momo’s firm but gentle grip. They let the silence stay for a while before Momo spoke up;
“Oh! I have a fun idea!” The look in her eyes looked almost devious, prompting Kyoka to squint her eyes with slight caution as she motioned for her to continue. “Why don’t you make me look all cool like you always do?”
‘Always do.’ Kyoka felt her heart stutter, along with the words she failed to speak. “W-wh- How do you mean?”
“Y’know! Like the really cool and super mysterious look?” Momo’s hands left Kyoka’s - making the tomboy girl feel just a brief moment of sorrow - to gesture in an attempt to get her thoughts across. “The… The dark eyes and all those creepy things?”
“Oh!” It finally hit Kyoka, “Like, the punk look?” Momo snapped her fingers in confirmation with an enthusiastic nod. Kyoka had plenty of different products and accessories in her room, some she hadn’t used before and some she was very familiar with. “Y-yeah… I could, I could probably do that…” She brought her hands together and rubbed nervously over her thumbs, “It’s just, uh… It tends to take a long time and it… can be really difficult to get off afterward. The makeup, that is. Or the accessories, depending on what kinds you use and how many…” She scratched thoughtfully at her neck, “And there’s… a lot of sub-styles and overall different ways of doing it… Do… you know what you would w-want?”
Momo shook her head, a big grin plastered on her face regardless, “Nope! No idea! I figured you’d be able to pick one that could fit me. I trust ya!”
Color creeping back on her face, Kyoka turned her head away to speak directly at a random box of records, “I-I-I could… ah, probably think of s-something…” Glancing back over at her friend, the warmth in her heart grew as she saw her smiling back at her, hands in excited fists and eyes practically sparkling.
“Yesss!!! Oh, let’s find a good song to do this to!” Momo looked over the pile of CDs the girls had gone through earlier when Kyoka had tried to find one that showcased her taste without being too much. “Hmmmmm, this one?” She held one up gently, keeping her fingertips from staining the flat sides of the disc. Kyoka nodded as Momo carefully ejected the previous disc from the player and replaced the two, putting the former back into its proper casing. Hitting play, the room was filled with the sound of an electronic horn, calling like a warning alarm before changing pitch - returning, and prompting the opening lyrics. As soon as the audio started, Momo visibly startled, not expecting the loud sound from the start. Kyoka couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the sight, making Momo gently smack her on the arm, “Feel bad for me!” She cried in feigned hurt.
Kyoka apologized to her friend for being so heartless at the - clearly near-death experience, as she got up to grab the things she’d need to transform her, letting the familiar beat take control of her body a bit and bobbing her head as she went along. Still on the floor, Momo started to get into it as well, tapping her finger against her leg with the rhythm.
’Put it, put it all on the line… Put it, put it all on the line…’
Momo watched her curiously as she picked out items of choice before returning to sit opposite of her once more. “I brought a few accessories, you can pick those you like most and I’ll build something from there…”
’Wanna, wanna, wanna be. Wanna, wanna, wanna be…’
Momo inspected her options carefully, eventually settling on her picks; a small, black spiked collar with added chains, a headband of similar spiky-nature adorned with dark hearts over the front, a few silver rings and clip-on piercings. Showing Kyoka her picks - beaming, Kyoka rounded up the remaining items to put away, coming back with a bunch of different makeup products and - sheepishly - a black top decorated with safety pins as well as a pair of dark jeans that some would say are more hole than fabric. Momo looked absolutely ecstatic at it all, ‘ooo’ing and ‘aaa’ing at the pieces brought. Kyoka assured her the clothes were an optional bit, but barely halfway through that assurance, Momo had grabbed the clothes and run off to the bathroom to change, leaving Kyoka with her mouth still hanging open, laughing.
’Want some, want some, want some beat. Want some, want some, want some beat…’
After a while, Momo came back from the bathroom, moving a bit awkwardly - not used to the tight pants or the miniscule danger of the pins, but once her eyes met Kyoka’s, she smiled and did a small spin - drawing another fit of giggling from the two of them. Moving over to a desk and chairs, Momo sat facing her friend with a light blush on her cheeks. Kyoka had done this kind of makeup dozens of times… On herself. It was only now that it really set in that she’d be doing it on Momo, being so close to her all the while. Her hands began to shake a bit at the thought before shaking the doubt out of her head. It’s fine, it’ll be fine…
' Tekina metarusaifā - Likе a loop sore ga Roots…’
Taking a deep breath before opening up the products she intended to use, she had already built an image in her mind of the final result. She reached over to begin her work, watching as Momo’s eyes shut with the brush approaching. Small giggles escaping as it made contact, contagious between the two girls as the music continued to play.
’Raimu kowasu sutairu kaosu makiokosuze Mosh!’
Even between the giggling, Kyoka held focus, intending to make this her best work yet, she wanted Momo to truly be happy with the result, but also wanted to take the opportunity to try something slightly different. Momo’s face allowed for a surprising range of shapes and styles, Kyoka thought it a shame that she hadn’t thought to try this sooner. With the base laid, she moved in with eyeshadow, working from an invisible point just past the outer edge of her eyes moving inward in a dark shade. Fingers carefully pulling the forming line with the precision of a surgeon - even with her heart beating loud, almost drowning out the bass. She had her own face close to the others, one hand gently holding Momo’s cheek to keep her steady while the other worked away at the canvas before her. Kyoka could almost swear she felt the soft vibration of Momo humming in her hold.
’Tekina metarusaifā - Break a rule sore mo Role…’
Tapping the brush over the palette before setting it down, Kyoka reached for the next step - eyeliner, one of the cornerstones of any type of makeup. Popping the cap with her teeth, she followed the carefully drawn shape of eyeshadow, starting at the invisible point she’d set before to draw to and from with confident sweeps. A sharp wing wrapping around both top and bottom - with long strokes down her cheeks not unlike tear streaks. One, two, three… Next eye. She felt the hand holding Momo’s face tighten its grip ever so briefly, moving her face with ease to better reach. She already looked like a completely different person, but still held the same elegance she always did - effortlessly. Up this close, her breath was undoubtedly brushing against Momo’s face in slow, steady puffs. Heart and bass pounding in her ears like a strange symphony.
’Raifu moyasu taimu kawasu watashitachi no Mosh!’
Leaning back, reuniting pen and cap and resisting the strong urge to tap the pen against Momo’s nose - she set it down, picking up the items chosen to aid in putting them on. Momo’s eyes following Kyoka’s hands and face as she worked - tilting her head to make the reach easier, pulling her hair up in a wild yet somehow sophisticated ponytail at Kyoka’s suggestion, holding her hands out to let her slip the rings on, turning to allow her to clip the fake piercings onto her ears. Each action was slow, deliberate, and strangely intimate. The concentrated look on Kyoka’s face paired with the occasional visual realization of the closeness and staring. Momo couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t flushed at it all just as her friend, that the warmth of her hands and the gentle hold of her wasn’t something that made her heart race like the electronic sounds that filled the room. The concealer doing true to its name and covering most of the color that painted her cheeks with each touch and release.
Kyoka eventually leaned back, inspecting her work with a thoughtful look, motioning for Momo to move her head around a bit to properly show it. With a soft smile, she nodded, proud of her work - standing up to lead her to a full length mirror in her wardrobe. When Momo finally saw the transformation complete, she gasped in awe, twisting and turning in her reflection to see every part of her. Leaning close to see the deliberate work done by Kyoka and spinning with eyes practically glued to the new her in the mirror. Smile growing wider with each second, she giddily took Kyoka’s hands in hers with a bounce in her whole body, praising and showering her with kind words and slightly exaggerated statements of skill. Kyoka struggling to hold her gaze as her face shifted through red again, feeling her heart warm and content - the music had faded from her focus a long time ago, leaving only the two of them left in the world. This was a feeling and moment Kyoka would cherish forever.